i read
always have
like a good little spod
secret torches at night
as a kid
bad eyes
allowed the lamp on now
as i am 44
(43..? 45..? 8..?)
only when the white noise lets me
of course
i hide and dream and live and steal
in
books
theyre the simplest magic
a surrender of the soul
and
when i pause and look up
its
with
surprise
that the room is exactly the same
tho somethings changed...
its me that changed
changed by books
the simplest magic
a surrender of the soul
in one of these pauses
when i was
undrugged serene
all magical like
i wrote down -
dr
says
my metabolism
is
in
hibernation
from
the
autumn beginnings
of
a
culture winter
and i wonder now what i meant
cos it doesnt sound good
and
what on earth
i been reading
that
simple magic day
surrendering my soul
photo by joel robison from brainpickings.org
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